Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1887-12-08

ana talk, and talk, and talk, but miserable
eomfortsn are they all They can not pour
Light into the cave OF Adullam. They can
not bring . single draught OF water from
the well Of Bethlehem, which Is by
the gate" But, glory BE- to Jesus
Christ. there Is comfort at the Ratel
There is life in the well at the gate. II you
give me time, win draw up q promise for
every man, woman and child In this house.
!Ay, l win do 1t in two minutes. Iwin lay
hold the rope OF the old well What Is your
troubled 'sOh," you say, 81 am so sick, 30
weary Of hfe-ailments after ailmentsn
will draw up q promise: "The inhabitants
VIII never say Il am sick'n What Is your
troubled "Oh, it Is loss Of friends-bereave-
ment," you say. / will draw you up q
promise, fresh and cool, out Of the well Il
am the resurrection and the life; he that be-
heyeth In me, though he were dead. yet shall
he hven What Is your troublei You say it
is the infirmities Of old age. / win draw you
upa promise: "Down to old age ] am with
thee, to hoary hairs will i carry thee
What Is your trOubIel "0h,n you say. 81
have a widowed soul, and my children cry for
bread" l bring up this promise: "Leava thy
fatherless children-I will preserve them
alive, and let thy widows trust in me-"
break through the armed ranks Of your sor-
rows to-day, and bring to your parched lips
''a drink Of the waters Of the well Of Bethle-
hem, which is by the gate"
Again, the Gospel well Is at the gate Of
heaven. have not heard yet one single in
telligent account of the future world from
anybody who does not believe in the Bible.
They throw such fog about the subject that
do not want to go to the skeptic's heaven, to
the transcendentalists heaven, to the worldly
philosophers heaven. would not exchange
the poorest room in your house for the finest
heaven that Huxley, or Stuart Mill, or Dar-
min avnr dx,oaTVaad ~ Thair haa van hao -
Christ in It: and a heaven without Christ,
though you could sweep the whole universe
into 1t, would be hell Oh, they tell us
there are no songs there; there are no
coronations in heaven-that is all I'M
agination. They tell us we will do
there about what we do here, only
on larger scale--geometrize with
go clambering up over the icebergs
iii an eternal vacation. Rather than that, I
turn to my Bible, and ! find Johns picture
of that good land-that heaven which was
your lullaby in infancY-that heaven which
our children in the Sabbath school will sing
about this afternoon-that heaven which has
a "well at the gate"
After you have been on long journey,
and you come in, all bedusted and tired, to
your home, the first thing you want is re-
freshing ablution, and am glad to know
that after we get through the pilgrim
age of this world-the hard, dusty pill
grimage-we will find q well at
the gate. In that one wash, away
will go our sins and sorrows I do not
care whether cherub, or seraph, or my own
departed friends in that blessed land place
to my lips the cup, the touch of that cup
will be life, will be heavens was read
ing Of how the ancients sought for the
fountain of perpetual youth. They thougp
II they could only find and drink out Of that
well, the old would become young again, the
sick would be cured, and everybody would
have eternal juvenescence. OF course, they
could not find it. EurekaI have found It'll
THE water Of the well Of Bethlehem, which
Is by the gate"
think we had better make bal gain with
those who leave us, going out of this world
from time to time, as to where we will meet
them. Travellers parting appoint place Of
meeting. They say, 'we will meet at
Rome, or we will meet at Stock
holm, or Vienna, or Jerusalem, or Bethle-
hem" Now, when we come to stand
by the death-pillow Of those who are
leaving us for the far land, do not let us weep
as though we would never see them again,
but let Us, there standing, appoint place
where we will meet. Where shall it be9 Shall
it be on the banks Of the riverl No. The
banks are too long Shall it be in the
| temple? No; no. There is such a host
there-ten thousand times ten thousand
Where shall we meet the loved onesa Let us
make an appointment to meet at the well by
the gate Oh, heavenl Sweet heavenI Dear
heavenl Heaven, where our good friends
arel Heaven, where Jesus isl Heavenl
But while stand here there comes a revul-
sion of feeling when Hook into your eyes and
know there are souls here dying Of thirst,
notwithstanding the well at the gate. Be
tween them and the well Of heaven there is
great army Of sin; and though Christ is
ready to clear way to that well for them,
they will not have his love or intercession
But am glad to know that you may come
yet. The well is here-the well of heaven.
! Come; / do not care how feeble you are Let
me take hold Of your arm and steady you up
! to the well-curb. Ho, every one that
thirsteth, come" would rather win one soul
to Christ this morning than wear the crown
| of the worlds dominion. Do not let any
man go away and say did not invite him.
| Oh, If you could only just look at my Lord
once; IL you could just tsee him full in the face;
| ay, If you could only do as that woman did
| whom read about at the beginning OF the
| services-just come up behind him and
| touch his feet-methinks you would live. In
| Northern New Jersey, one winter, threa lit
| tie children wandered off from home in a
| snow storm. Night came on Father and
1
/ could not be found They started out in
haste, and the news ran to the neigh
bors, and before morning it was said that
there were hundreds of men hunting the
mountains for those three children, but
found them not. After while man imagined
there was place that had not been looked at,
| and he went and saw the three children. He
examined their bodies. He found that the
older boy had taken off his coat
and wrapped it around the younger one, the
baby, and then taken of his vest and put it
around the other one; and there they all
died. he probably the first, for he had no coat
or vest Oh, it was touching scene when that
was brought to light! ! was on the ground
a little while after, and it brought the
whole scene to my mind, and thought ia
myself of more melting scene than that
when Jesus, our elder brother, took of the
robe of his royalty and laid aside the last
garment Of earthly comfort, that he might
wrap our poor souls from the blast. Oh, thu
height, and the depth, and the length, and
. the breadth OF the love of Christi
Il ..The Captain Was Drunk"
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